Vicious Beach: Perfect Choice

by Frozen

 

Judianna watched Troy drink his screwdriver in front of the floor to ceiling windows as she ordered the food. He was daydreaming about something, staring, unblinking out at the moonlit beach. She ordered garlic Shrimp and Pineapple fried rice for her and a Papaya salad for him. The less he had to eat the quicker he would become inebriated, not that he had given her any trouble so far, but it would make the rest of the nights activities go much easier. She left specific intructions for the driver to ring the bell and leave the food, explaining that there would be an envleope with the cash on the bench inside the outer door. She made a habit of doing this, so it would not raise suspicions on nights like tonight. The last thing she needed was Troy getting all freaked out that someone might see him.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked when she hung up the phone.

"Yes Mistress.." Troy replied meekly. He had in fact been staring at his reflection not outside, but it was the truth just the same..

"What are you thinking about?" She stood next to him, placing her arm softly around his waist.

"Nothing Mistress," he said quietly, shaking his head wearily.

"I don't belive that," Judianna laughed softly, gaiving his waist a reassuring squeeze. "You were staring out the window the entire time I was on the phone, you must've been thinking about something..."

"Actually Mistress," he said turning to look at her, "I wasn't staring out the window at all, I was looking at my reflection."

"And....," she promted, smiling.

"I started thinking about something you said before." He paused, trying to choose his words carefully. "About, well, um... about my..."

"Your what Lacy," she asked, "your pussy?"

"Yes Mistress," he said quickly, "my pussy. And about how a pussy is used."

"You mean penetrated," she said simply, "ravaged..... violated..... fucked. Things like that?"

"Yes Mistress," Troy answered, amazed at the ease of which she spoke of such things. "Things like that. Would I, I mean would you..."

"Fuck you?" she asked, still smiling.

Troy nodded, his breath catching in his chest.

"I'm quite sure I will gorgeous," Judianna teased, "and I'm also quite sure that you'll be begging me to do it."

"Mistress, I..."

"Shhhh," she said, pressing a finger to his lips, "there will be plenty of time to discuss this in more detail but now I'm afraid you and I have some unfinished business..." She let her fingers fall to his buttocks, giving them a soft slap on each cheek.

"Yes Mistress." Troy had hoped she would forget about the spanking, but he should have known better.

"How many were there?" she asked, testing him.

"Twenty Mistress," he answered, lying the furthest thing from his mind.

"That's right," she responded, "twenty. There is a pair black leather gloves on the table in the kitchen. Be a good girl and get them for me won't you?"

"Yes Mistress." Troy retrieved the gloves from the table and when he turned around he was surprised to see her sitting on the coffee table instead of the couch.

"Come here and kneel at my feet," she demanded, smiling mischievously, "Perhaps once you're over my knee, I'll take mercy on you."

"Yes Mistress," Troy said, shocked at the way his crotch ached at her suggestion. He handed her the gloves and took his position at her feet.

"Thank you sweetie," Judianna said, still smiling. "Now I want you to put your self across my lap, make sure your pretty little ass is nice and high in the air."

Troy did as he was told and laid across her thighs, perched precariously on his toes, his buttocks pointed towards the ceiling.

"I'm going to ask you some questions Lacy," she said. 'Every time you answer one correctly I will subtract one swat, if you answer it incorrectly I'll add two. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"First question," she said, "answer honestly. Have you ever given oral sex to a woman?"

"Yes Mistress," he answered.

Judianna brought her hand down swiftly, a loud smack reverberating through the room. "Very good. Down to eighteen. Next question, did you enjoy it?"

"Yes Mistress."

Another loud smack. "Excellent. Sixteen. Did she?"

"Yes Mistress."

"That's what I wanted to hear." SMACK! "Fourteen. Did she return the favor like a good girlfriend should?"

"No Mistress."

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said. SMACK! "You would never do that, would you my little slut?"

"No Mistress." WHAP!

"Good girl," she said, "I'm sure I'll enjoy watching you suck my girl-cock..."

"Wha, your what?!" His mood changed abruptly at this new revalation, he began to squirm on her lap.

Judianna held him with one hand and slid her other hand between his thighs, gripping his balls tightly in her fist.

"Where do you think you're going bitch?!"

"Aaagghh!" He screamed in agony as she twisted his testicles sharply, jagged needles of pain surging from his crotch. "Let me go! You fucking....FREA....AAAAGGGHHHH!" The word caught in his throat as she stood up quickly, but kept a death grip on his balls.

"Now you've done it fucker!" she screamed, thrashing her arm back and forth violently. "If you think for one minute that I'm going to let you talk to me that way, you've got another thing coming!" She flipped him over, sending him somersaulting into the steps leading up to the kithchen. He lay there, coiled up in agony, sobbing, babbling incoherently as she retrieved the riding crop from the counter.

She smacked him sharply on his knee. "Look at me slut!" she screamed. "Look at me!"

Troy turned his head, looking into her furous gaze. She looked more wounded than angry, and he opened his mouth to apologize, before he remembered what she had said.

"You..." he said, pointing at her, trying to catch his breath, "you're a..."

"What?!" she yelled, smacking his leg again, "what is it that you think I am? A man?! Is that what you think?"

"Buh...But, you said..."

"Said what," she asked, "that you'd be sucking my girl-cock? Do have any idea what that is stupid?"

"Fuck You!" he spat.

"Fuck me?! FUCK ME?!" She was furious now and a crimson haze fell across her vision. She thrashed out wildly, her foot making brutal contact with his shin, tearing through his stocking and his skin.

Troy tried to get up, but lost his footing in the heels and fell backward awkwardly, his feet flailing in the air as he landed flat on his back. Judianna wasted no time, flipping the crop around and smacking him squarely between his thighs with the heavy steel handle twice before he manged to move his hands to protect himself. Unfortunately, that left the rest of his body unprotected. Judianna started whipping his legs ferociously, shredding his stockings as he squirmed beneath the onslaught, deaf to his yelps of pain. He rolled onto his stomach and started to rise but she grabbed a handful of his hair and tossed him back down to the floor, pinning by his throat with her foot.

"Are you going to apologize bitch?" she asked, grinding her heel into his neck.

Troy reached up and grabbed at her ankle, trying to push her off. He was rewarded by a sharp crack across his genitals. "Get the fuck off me!" he cried, his frustration getting the better of him.

"Not a chance in hell Lacy," she answered, pressing harder on his throat, squeezing off his air supply. "Not until you apologize.....or pass out. Which one will it be?"

".....please......" was all he could manage through his crushed windpipe. He was beginning to see stars in the corners of his vision and knew he would lose consciousness if she didn't remove her foot. Gasping for air he struggled to speak as his world went dark.

Judianna watched Troy's eyes roll back into his head as he drifted into unconsciousness, removing her foot moments later when he went completely limp. She stood over him, her adrenaline still pumping, fuming. Angry at both his insinuation and his attempt to escape, she wanted nothing more than to toss him outside, naked and broken, and leave him for the beach patrol to find. But more than that she wanted him to suffer. Humiliation beyond his comprehension, pain beyond his endurance, and pleasure beyond his imagination.

She bent down next to him and flipped his lifeless body over admiring the random pattern of tears in his stockings and the red welts that filled them. She pulled the robe off him, then retrieved a pair of sciccors from the kitchen. Cutting the robe into strips she tied his hands behind his head, then taking another piece of fabric she wrapped it tightly around his neck threading it around the strip between his wrists, effectively immobilizing his arms behind his head. That done, Judianna grabbed a small tube of vaseline and a surgical plastic glove from the half bath and nudged aside his thong. Troy stirred abruptly as her finger entered his anus, groaning as he struggled to regain consciousness, disoriented and panicked.

"What the.....unghhh!"

"Shut the fuck up Lacy," Judianna demanded, "you know you like it."

"No I...AAAAANNNNNHHHHH!!!" Troy's shrill scream echoed through the house as she inserted another finger deep within him. Struggling against his bonds, he was distraught to find his hands tied and his legs immobile. He could feel her knees digging into the back of his as he struggled, and realized that he was powerless to stop her.

"This would be alot easier if you would just relax," she teased, applying more vaseline to her glove. "Not to mention alot quicker."

"Pleeeeeeease....." he begged, feeling like he was being completely torn in half as she inserted three fingers past his straining muscles.

"Please what?" she asked, angrily thrusting her hand against his crotch, burying her fingers inside him.

"Pleeeeeeease.....st......stouuuhhhhhhp......" Aplogetic and humiliated Troy was sobbing, her savage violation forcing his submission. "Perfect Mistress PEHHHHHRFECT!"

Judianna withdrew her hand slowly, wagging her fingers back and forth, torturing him for submitting.

"You see Lacy," she laughed, "I told you that you liked it."

Troy could only bury his face in the carpet, trying in vain to stop his tears.

"You've been a very bad girl," she said as she pulled off the glove, putting it and the empty tube into the garbage. "I'm afraid your punishment isn't even close to over."

"Mistress," Troy whimpered, "please, I'm sorry, I don't careif you have a girl-cock..."

"Don't lie," she said shortly. "You care. In fact I'll bet you want to see it, don't you, you pathetic little whore?"

"Y...Yes Mistress," Troy answered fearfully, staring at her crotch.

"If I show it to you, will you put it in your mouth?"

Troy swallowed hard and answered quietly, "Yes Mistress."

"What was that bitch?" Judianna asked, scowling at him.

"Yes Mistress," he repeated meekly, "I'll put your girl-cock in my mouth."

"Beg me slut," she demanded, pulling him to his knees, "beg me to show my girl-cock so you can suck it."

"Please Mistress," Troy said, "please show me your girl-cock so that I can suck it."

"Not too convincing Lacy," she said. "Try harder. And from now on look me in the eyes when you ask me question."

"Please Mistress," Troy asked again, "I want to suck your girl-cock soo bad, pleeeeease, show it to me..."

"Not here Lacy," she said, stroking his cheek. "Follow me." She turned towards the bedroom, a smug smile one her red lips.

Troy rose to his feet anxiously, not believing what he was about to do. He stared at her beautiful body, confused at the thought of what lurked beneath her tight black lace panties, her profile so convincingly feminine. His confusion grew even deeper when she walked past the entrance to her bedroom and instead opened the large mahogony door that led to her spacious closet. He was overwhelmed by the vast collection of women's shoes, clothes and lingerie that was neatly arranged inside, but when she turned him to his left he nearly fainted.

A smaller closet, also neatly arranged, lurked there, paddles, whips, shackles and chains adorning the walls. It was the female mannequin that stood in the center that caused such a violent reaction. Clad entirely in black leather, it cast an imposing figure as it stood steadfastly under a bright floodlight. Thigh high leather boots covered it's legs, clinging tightly to the plastic. It's torso was outfitted with studded leather teddy, both sexy and imposing. Strappy and revealing, a thick studded collar gave way to a an open brassiere top, the only coverage provided by two triangular sections of leather attached in the middle of the chest with a single o-ring. Two more straps framed the open stomach and attached to both the brassiere and the studded leather thong with metal o-rings. The leather thong held Judianna's substantial girl-cock.

Nearly two inches thick and a menacing eight inches long, the molded rubber strap-on cock jutted obscenely towards Troy, equaly relieving and horrifying. On the one hand his captor was indeed the same gorgeous woman that had rescued him on the beach and manipulated one throbbing erection after another from him. On the other she meant to fill his mouth with the veined, stygian hued phallus that she was now holding aloft in her hand.

"What do you think of my girl-cock Lacy," she asked, grinning broadly, "impressive, no?"

"Mistress, I, I..." Troy stammered, overcome with dread.

"Words can't describe it huh?" She wagged her finger at him, motioning for him to approach. "That's fine because your mouth is about to be busy. Get over here my pretty little cock sucker and show me what you're made of."

"Please Mistress," he begged, "don't..."

She walked around behind him and slapped him in the back of the leg with her crop, forcing him to his knees at the base of the mannequin, his face inches away from the swaying cock.

"I know your pussy is all hot and wet from being fingered, so if you prefer we can skip the foreplay...."

"Pleeeease..." he begged futiley

"Lick it whore!" Judianna ordered.

Troy stuck out his toungue and flicked the head of the strap-on quickly, barely making contact.

"Are you fucking kidding me bitch?!" She slapped him squarely on the left buttock, making him wince in agony. "Lick it nice and slow like the femme-slut you are."

Troy leaned close, running his tongue in a slow circle around the head of the girl-cock, stiffening as he felt the tip of the crop graze his crotch. He felt his own girl-cock stir immediately, obvious undeterred by his emasculating predicament. She continued rubbing his cock through his panties, slapping him sharply each time his tongue lost contact with the strap-on. Before long her gentle manipulations achieved their purpose and he was again sporting a fierce erection inside his panties.

"Put it in your mouth, you dirty little slut." Judianna watched with exhilaration as the head of the strap-on disappeared between his shimmering red lips, sending him deeper into submission. She had coaxed him back to arousal with ease and now meant to complete his humiliation by keeping him that way while she slid a butt plug into his lubricated hole.

She took a small, three inch acorn butt plug discretely from one of the shelves, and nudged his thighs apart with her toes. Placing her hand on his wrists she leaned into him, forcing the strap-on into his mouth until she heard him gag. Relaxing just a bit she kept him impaled oralaly while she took a knee between his calves.

'Keep sucking sweetheart," she whispered, "show your Mistress what a good little cock sucker you are..." She set the plug quietly on the floor and placed her hand on his stomach just below his navel, splaying her fingers across the lace of his garter belt. Pressing into his flesh, she let her hand drop seductively, her fingers finding their way beneath the waistband of his panties and to the hard shaft of his penis beneath.

Troy could barely breath. It was hard enough with his mouth wrapped around the strap-on, but when she slid her hand underneath his panties, he gasped and had to close his eyes to regain his composure and keep himself calm. Try as he might he could not supress the feelings of unease at becoming so easily aroused by licking the strap-on and now as he flet her fingers encircling his rigid staff he began to accept the fact that he was indeed becoming the femme-slut that she had made him out to be.

Judianna stroked his penis slowly, it's considerable size feeling excuisite in her skillful fingers. She knew he would be close to cumming if she continued much longer. His hips were rocking back and forth in tempo to her caresses and his moans were bcoming louder and more frequent. She noticed that his eyes were closed and with each second that passed his pace on the strap-on became more and more frantic. She knew the time was right.

"You like sucking that cock don't you?" she whispered behind him.

A muffled, high pitched moan was his reply.

She pulled her hand away from his wrists and pressed it to his buttocks "You're so fucking sexy with it in your mouth Lacy, it's all I can do not to tear off my clothes and fuck you...."

A drop of pre-cum spilled from the head of his penis at that suggestion, and Troy wanted desperately to explode in his panties, but all he could manage was a pathetic wimper.

"But you've been a bad little girl and for that," she gripped the plug by its base and pushed his thong aside with her finger.. "And for that your pussy wil feel the same ache that I felt having to discipline you."

Troy's eyes flew open in surprise as she pressed the butt-plug against him, atempting to fill him with it's entire length and girth. He squirmed timidly, trying to allievite the preessure in his rectum, but the more he writhed the deeper it seemed to be going. And his Mistress' hand was still manipulating his girl-cock and to his surprise it remained as stedfast as ever before, equally aroused and undeterred by his humiliation.

"Did I tell you to stop sucking that cock whore?" she seethed, berating him.

Troy wanted to scream, wanted to beg, desperately trying to utter his safe word as the pressure between his buttocks slowly began to build, but the strap-on rolling over his tounge muted them, forcing his obedience.

Judianna ignored his frightened whimpering and slid her foot against his knee, forcing his thighs farther apart, twisting the plug subtlely in her hand, feeling it slowly force it's way inside him. The lube around the rim of his anus was slowly taking effect and coupled with the increased difficulty of keping his muscles tightened she could feel his resistance fading rapidly.

"Let it go Lacy," she said quietly, "you know you like it. In fact I want you to like it, my pretty little whore. Take that cock out of your mouth and beg me not to stop..."

Troy started to lean back and Judianna's trick worked magnificently.

"I knew you liked it slut," she teased as his high-pitched, immpassioned moan echoed through the closet, the small motion of his hips moving backward forcing the butt-plug past his straining buttocks until the rectangular base was pressing squarely against the flesh between them.

Tears welled up in Troy's eyes and ran slowly down his cheeks. Completely debased and humiliated, he made no effort to hide his surrender, but instead continued the long slow strokes of his mouth on the strap-on. He knew he was pitiful, feminized and dominated by a woman, there was no longer any denying submissiveness, no need for any show of bravado. He only had one wish, one desire...to please his Mistress, Mistress Judianna.

Judianna slipped her hand from his penis, it's rigid thickness even now ceasing to wane. She knew she had broken him sufficiently, the tears on his face were evidence of that. But even more telling was the complete silence as he continued his humiliating subserviance. The only audible noises were the deep sucking sound from inside his mouth and the muffled rubbing of the harness against the mannequin. She adjusted his thong and stood behind him laying her hand softly on the top of his head.

"It's going to be a while before I even think about untying you Lacy," she said thoughtfully, "so get used to that position. Now we are going to continue the talk we started before you decided to misbehave. I seem to have forgotten what number we were up to, so...., we're just going to have to start from the beginning."

Troy continued sucking the rubber cock, her voice searing through his skull comanding him to obey.

"And I suggest you keep your lips busy on that cock my little whore," she stipulated, "because if you don't I'll add two for each transgression." She smiled at his silence and walked to the other side of the room picking a four foot whip off the wall. Much more painful than the riding crop, and far less sexy, the leather whip had a five inch handle addorned with bright metal studs and twenty thin leather straps. Each one eighteen inches long and tipped with two thick metal beads it bruised the skin and hurt deeply for many hours afterword. A little brutal for such an early punishment but neccesary to show him how bad his transgression realy was. When his other punishments paled in comparision to this one it would begin to understand the difference in simple disobedience and foolish defiance.

Troy watched her as she strode past him, the instrument in her hand clicking together in a foreboding cadence, sending shivers through his body. As it did, the plug in his anus refused to budge, sending a dull ache of pressure through his groin and forcing another moan from his throat.

"Eager to begin I see Lacy," Judianna laughed, knowing the source of his unrestrained moan was buried in his ass. She walked around behind him and draped the whip across his buttocks, noting with pleasure as his muscles clenched, forcing him to pull harder on the butt-plug and eliciting another wanton moan from him. "What a little slut you are bitch....and to think you wanted to leave."

Troy was in agony. The strain in his crotch was becoming excessiveand each time she slid the whip across his hip he convulsed in agonizing turmoil. What had started as a dull ache had gradually grown into a steady and relentless warmth that had spread to his testicles and his persistent erection. Every time he tensed he could feel it pressing against the tight lace, aching for release.

Judianna raised her hand to her waist and broght the whip briskly across Troy's buttocks and thighs, the numerous straps fanning out beautifully, covering a wide expanse of his buttocks and thighs.

"UUUNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" he moaned, the strike painful yet tempered by the stimulation it caused in his groin.

"Like that don't you slut?" she asked, raising her hand as she spoke. She brought it down quickly, slightly lower this time, letting some of the straps curl under his buttocks and between his thighs. His pace on the cock quickened, his oral stimulations becoming more impassioned. Judianna wondered if he was even aware.

He wasn't. He was desperate to climax, thoughts of cumming in his panties becoming more and more frequent.

Judianna continued to spank him, each time changing the angle of the whip, covering his quivering buttocks with countless twin circular marks. When she was finished he was covered with a sheen of perspiration, and his breath was coming in short, ragged, high pitched wails, reminiscent of a woman in the throes of impending orgasm.

She took a fistful of his hair and pulled him back slowly until only the head was inserted inside his mouth, her strap-on glistening with an abundance of his saliva.

"Nice work Lacy," she said looking deeply into his pleading eyes. "It sounded as if you enjoyed sucking my girl-cock. Am I correct?"

"Yeth Mithtrish," he answered.

"Very well then," she continued, "by all means continue..." She laughed softly as he resumed saying, "I definately think this is a moment I'd like to treasure forever. Keep going, I'll be right back."

Troy knew exactly what she was going to do, but he could only watch helplessly as she hung up the whip and retrieved the digital camera from the bedroom. His buttocks were beginning to throb painfully and he glanced sideways, trying to catch his reflection in the mirrors on either side of him. His arms blocked his view and he twisted them upward, and quickly wished he hadn't. His mascara was streaked down his cheeks, leaving black trails in it's wake and his blush had become a red smudge. That and the numerous runs in his stockings made him look like a whore on the wrong side of a beating from her pimp. The image was made complete by the shiny black girl-cock that was slipping effortlessly in and out of his mouth. And yet the ache inside his panties remained. A sudden brilliant flash startled him and before he could recover the strap-on slipped from his mouth.

"Why you ungrateful little slut!" she shouted. "It seems you haven't learned your lesson..." She turned towards the wall but before she could take a step he began to plead for mercy.

"Please Mistress!" he begged. "I can't take any more spankings, I'll do anything you want, just please don't spank me any more!"

Judianna looked at his distraught face and felt a pang of compassion briefly touch her heart.

"You're such a submissive little whore you begged me to suck my girl-cock," she quiped, "and all I had to do was finger your tight little pussy. So as far as I can tell, you'll already do anything I want. All I have to do is play with your pussy some more and you'll be begging to please me..."

"Yes Mistress," he acknowledged, the truth more painful than any spanking.

"But your ass does look a little tender," she said, smiling warmly, "perhaps I know of a different punishment for you. One that will truely bring out your sexy effeminate qualities..."

Just then the melodios sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house.

"It seems our dinner has arrived Lacy," she said. "your punishment will have to wait..." She pulled him to his feet by his hair, his grunt of discomfort bring a small grin to her lips. She knew the plug was all he could feel with every movement of his body and as she led him from the closet she quickened her pace, knowing the plug would shift overwelmingly with every exagerated step. He was nearly breathless by the time she sat him at the table.

"You will sit there quietly while I prepare our meal," Judianna commanded, "and when I get back your girl cock had better be a more respectable size." She turned away without waiting for his answer.

Troy was in awe of her. She had brought him to the brink of orgasm, all the while humiliating and violating him in ways he had never thought possible. He knew he would never be able to recover by the time she returned and he set himself to the task of trying to ease the discomfort in his groin. With his legs crossed it proved near immpossible, in fact it felt as if it had buried itself even deeper inside of him when he sat down. However, as the minutes ticked by slowly he found the preassure in his panties begin to wane, just as his hunger began to grow. He realized that he hadn't eaten anything since about ten that morning, and the only thing he injested since then was vodka and orange juice. A good meal would be just the thing to...his thoughts were cut short as his mistress returned, carrying two plates, and only one set of utensils.

"Stand up Lacy," Judianna ordered as she set the plates down at the table. "I want to see if you're behaving yourself yet..."

Troy stood up slowly, his panties still stretched obscenely across his unrelenting girl-cock.

"Well Lacy," she said, "I'm sorry to see that. I was going to release you from your bonds, but I can see that you still can't be trusted. Therefore, I have no choice but to feed you myself. Kneel."

Troy knelt on the floor next to her chair, cursing to himself for being so weak. He began to salivate as the smell of the garlic shrimp invaded his nostrils, and he licked his lips in anticipation.

"Hungry sweetie?" she asked, looking down at him.

"Yes Mistress."

"I thought you might be," she answered, "I'll bet you'd love some of this shrimp, wouldn't you?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I'm sorry Lacy," she said grinning, "but I'm afraid that just won't be a part of your diet."

"Mistress?" he asked, thoroughly confused and dejected.

"A vegitarian diet is very healthy," Judianna said, "and it'll help you shed those unwanted pounds."

"Mistress," Troy said, "I don't understand."

"What's not to understand sweetie?" she said. "You're far too thick in the waist and much too narrow in the hips, both qualities very undesirable in a woman, and I'm going to help you fix that."

"Yes Mistress," he conceded.

"Now open wide missy." Judianna held the forkfull of salad to his lips and smiled as he chewed it slowly. "How is it ,good?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I thought you'd like it...." She raised the fork to her own lips, now with a tender piece of shrimp skewered on the tines. "and remember I'm doing this for you."

Troy nodded in agreement, enviously watching as she savored her own meal.

The rest of the meal passed in relative silence, with Judianna alternating between her own mouth and his, occasionally offering him a glass of white wine, which he drank from obediently. By the end of the meal, they had finished the bottle with Troy consuming nearly three quarters of it. When she pulled him to his feet, his erection had ebbed considerably and the discomfort between his thighs had all but disappeared. He felt lightheaded and a bit weak, and before he knew it he collapsed in heap on the floor.

Judianna turned to look at his supine body, laughing sarcastically at his helpless state. She squatted behind his head and raised him to a sitting position, then, snaking her arms through his she put him into a full nelson and lifted him easily off the ground. Dragging him through the kitchen and down the stairs to the living room she draped him over the back of one of the couches and crossed his ankles obscuring the bulge of his genitals from view. From her point of view, it was immpossible to tell that the body belonged to a man.

Walking quickly back to her closet, she retrieved the digital camera from where she left it and began snapping pictures of Troy's upturned ass. Close-ups and panoramic views, several profiles and even an overhead, Judianna left no angle unexplored. When she was finished she set the camera on the mantle and slipped her hand underneath her panties, feeling the moistness there. The manicured nail of her index finger slid across her fervent vulva, parting the lips slightly, and penetrating her sex. She bit her bottom lip and clenched her thighs together as she slid another finger between them, aching for release. Judianna's palm was pressed urgently against her clitoris as her fingers worked slowly, delicately, inside of her, making her cum in subtle waves, coating her fingers in her essence. Suddenly she heard Troy moan behind her and she stopped abruptly, smiling as she had a wonderful idea.

"Wha....what happe...wher...?" he stammered incoherently.

"Of course you can taste your pussy Lacy," Judianna said as she walked around the front of the couch. "Any little slut that begs for it like you do must really want it." She lifted his head by his hair and held her two glistening fingers in front of his suddenly wide and understanding eyes.

"Mistress plea...MMPPHH!!" He was silenced by her shoving her fingers quickly into his mouth.

"Suck them like you sucked my girl-cock you little whore..." she teased, grinning wickedly.

Troy thought he might gag, but he immediately recognized the taste as coming from a woman. And it was more delectable than any he had ever before experienced. Locked in her unblinking stare e suckled her fingers eagerly, taking their entire length into his mouth repeatedly. The taste of her lingered on his lips after she withdrew her fingers and Troy couldn't stop himself for wanting more.

"You wish your pussy tasted that good," Judianna teased, still holding his head, "but your pussy is disgusting and repulsive, perfectly understandable given the fact that you're such a slut."

"Yes Mistress," Troy agreed.

"Although," she continued, "it can be made clean enough to be suitable for fucking. Would you like that Lacy?"

"Yes Mistress," he answered, having no idea what she could possibly mean.

"Good," she said. "I'll be just a minute preparing your douche. You stay put and think of an outfit that will make you feel sexy...I'm bored with this one..."

Immediately Troy's mind was filled with the image she had suggested to him while he was on the treadmill. He thought back to how he had become instantly erect when she described it, but doubted that he could describe it as perfectly as she did. He decided to try anyway. He rehearsed what he would say, waiting nervously for his Mistress to return.

Judianna was in the bathroom bent over the tub, a pleased look on her face. She watched as the clear plastic pouch of the enema bag filled with water, a thick band of suds forming as the warm liquid mixed with the mild soap inside. She had already lubricated the end of the hose with a thin coating of vaseline, even though she didn't think insertion would be a problem. The plug in Troy's ass would have stretched him out sufficiently by now, but she knew being gentle with him was crucial, because any accidental brusing or tearing of his anus would be devastating to him. He would bleed eventually, but now was not the time. The bag was nearly filled to capacity, the 64 fluid ounces of soapy liquid ready to "douche" Troy's soon to be vacated pussy.

"Well sweetie," she asked as she returned, "tell me what you've decided."

"Mistress I," he said slowly, "I really liked the way you described the pink mesh skirt set with the lace trim, I think that would make me feel very sexy..."

"That's good Lacy," Judianna said, laying the enema and a small trash bag on a highback chair next to the fireplace, "but I was hoping to hear you describe an outfit, and how you think it would feel to get dressed in it..."

"Mistress, I'm sorry, I don't know..."

"Yes you do," she said, laying her hand gently on his hip, "you've seen a Victoria's Secret catalog before right, or a Fredericks catalog?"

"Yes Mistress, Victoria's Secret..." He didn't need to tell her that he had one sent to his house every other month.

"Probably masturbated to a few of the girls too, I bet..." She began rubbing his ass slowly, massaging his tensed muscles.

"Yes, yes Mistress," Troy answered, not surprised she had guessed.

"Well that's a start," she said soothingly, "now describe one of your favorites as you would wear it for me..."

"I'm standing in front your full length mirror," he began slowly, thinking of the pages of the catalog, "naked except for a pair of tall high heels..."

"What color are they baby?" she coaxed, sliding her hands up to his waist.

"B..black Mistress," he answered as she pressed her hips against ass.

"Keep going Lacy," Judianna demanded, tightening her grip, "I want to hear how my femme slut wants to dress up for her mistress..."

"I pick out a pair of stretch lace panties," Troy continued, trying to keep his composure as she gyrated slowly against him, "they are pink, trimmed with black and match my favorite lace neglige. I feel my girl-cock twitch as I pull them over my smooth legs, and when I pull them up over my thighs the thong back clings to my pussy and makes me shiver in anticipation."

"Anticipation of what?" she asked softly.

"I can't wait for you to run your fingers over my panties, to tell me how pretty I look, to tell me how pleased it makes you when I dress so provocatively..." Troy's penis was pressing against the back of the couch now, once again fully erect and struggling to escape from his panties, as she continued to rub against him. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her panties, her warmth slowly spreading throughout his groin.

"And who am I?" she asked.

"You are my Mistress," Troy acknowledged, pressing back against her, welcoming her touch.

"And who are you sweetie?"

"I am Lacy," he answered, "your obedient femme-slut..."

"Tell me more about the neglige, femme-slut," Judianna said, "tell me how it accentuates your feminine self."

"I pull the tiny piece of lingerie over my head, the tight fabric clinging to my body. Pulling it down over my torso it frames my breasts and caresses my nipples, mkaing them poke excitedly through the delicate pink lace. Sheer and smooth it wraps around the contour of my waist and hips, the high slit on the side revealing a wide expanse of my upper thigh. I run my hands over my body, the lace exciting my flesh and making my heart race. I lift the black satin trim at the hem, peeking at my panties beneath, not surprised at the size of my girl-cock inside the tight pink underwear. I take one last look in the mirror before I present myself to you, my mistress..."

"It made your girl-cock hard," Judianna said, "talking about dressing up for your mistress, didn't it?"

"Yes Mistress," Troy croaked, his throat dry, his toungue made of cotton.

"How did it feel Lacy," she continued while slipping her hands beneath his garter and tugging on his panties, "to know that your fantasy of being my submissive femme turned you on so much?"

"I don't, I don't know Mistress, sort of, dirty I suppose, and indecent."

"Interesting," she said quietly, " two of the qualities that every whore gets turned on by.I guess your more of a femme-slut than you realized, huh Lacy?"

"Yes Mistress," Troy answered, "I am."

"You are what?"

"I am a femme-slut Mistress."

"What is your name femme slut?" Judianna asked, pulling the back of his panties down below his ass, his garters holding them nicely in place.

"My name is Lacy, Mistress." Troy wondered what she was doing and an instant later he felt her fingers grip the base of the plug hidden inside him.

"Put it all together sweetie," Judianna coaxed, pulling on the plug slightly.

"My name is Lacy," he said quickly, "and I am a femme-slut."

"Who's femme-slut are you?" she asked sternly, pulling a small degree harder.

"My name is, is Lacy," Troy whimpered, feeling the plug strain against the rim of his anus, "and I, I am, Mistress Judianna's, Mistress Judianna's femme, femme-slut!"

"Tell me you yearn to serve me...," she commanded, her manipulations deliberate and methodical.

"I...MMMPPHH....yearn to serve you Mistress Judianna," he complied, moaning intensly.

"Tell me you need me..."

"I need you....UNHH....Mistress Judianna..."

"Tell me you want me..."

"I...UUUMMMM....I want you Mistress..."

"Tell me you love me Lacy...."

"I love you Mistress Ju.....AAAAAGGHHHHH!"

Holding him by the small of his back, Judianna pulled the plug from between his cheeks as he uttered his worship to her. Even though she had coerced him, the pledge sounded completely authentic, and if it sounded that way to her, it would sound doubley so for him.

"I can't tell you how glad I am to hear you say that Lacy," she said. "So glad in fact that I will permit you to make one request. What would you like to do now?"

Troy thought quickly, still trying to rationalize how easily he had been able to tell her that he loved her, when it hit him, "Whatever you desire Mistress..."

"Very good sweetie," she laughed, "I was hoping you would say that because we have some unfinished business regarding the cleanliness of your pussy..."

Troy was silent, still having no clue about what she was implying.

Judianna dropped the butt plug into the trash bag and picked up the enema approaching Troy breathlessly. She knew he would not be expecting what was about to happen, but with the right amount of massage to his ego, it would proceed smoothly.

"How does it feel to not have something stretching the soft lips of your pussy?" she asked, the slim nozzle poised above his asshole.

"I can't describe it, it feels...strange?"

"Well, you've done very well for a virgin," she said, "so well in fact, I think the next time I'll be able to use a toy that's even larger, would you like that?"

"Yes Mistress," he answered, not trying to seem eager, but sounding that way nonetheless.

"Excellent," she said, pressing the slender tip against his anus, "then I'm sure you'll have no problem accomadating your douche..."

Before Troy could respond he felt the the pressure on his anus again just before he felt the long skinny tube sliding easily inside his rectum. He took a deep breath as she slipped it inside him, the slick recesses of his body offering no resistance. He heard a sloshing sound behind him and suddenly realized that his douche was indeed an enema.

"Now then are you ready my dear?" Judianna asked.

"Yes Mistress," Troy said, sounding scared, "I think so..."

"Good," Judianna said raisng the bag above her shoulder, watching the water filter into the tube. "An average femme can accomodate about 2 quarts of water for her douche, this bag is filled with four. I want you to take as much of this as you can. If you succeed in douching with all 4 quarts, I'll untie your hands. Do we have a deal?"

"Y..y..yes Mistress," he answered, his entire body trembling.

Judianna twisted the stop valve and squeezed the bag, sending the warm water through Troy's colon and into his intestines. She paid no attention to his intitial grunts of discomfort, knowing the worst was yet to come. As he slowly began to fill up the need to expell it would become greater and greater, until finally his agony would be so intense that he would feel that he would relieve himself any moment. The longer she denied his urge the more powerful her hold over him would become. The flow began to subside a bit as the level neared the halfway point so she reached around the front of his thighs and lifted him onto his toes, holding him there with a tight grip of his testicles. Inside his panties, his erection had weakened, but now as she squeezed his balls between her fingers, it once again began to stretch the white lace. She continued with the soapy enema, watching ecstatically as it gradually emptied into his bowels. When it was empty she lowered him to his feet and extracted the tip from his anus.

"Now you must keep you pussy tight Lacy to allow the douche time to work, understand?"

"Mistress," Troy pleaded, "it hurts..."

"I can assure you that it pales in comparison to the pain you will feel should any of that leak out of your pussy."

"Yes...yes...Mistress..." The discomfort was intesifying with every passing second, Troy felt as if his stomach would explode at any moment, spilling the entire contents of the enema onto the pristine ivory rug beneath his feet.

Judianna had left the room unnoticed and returned the same, having discarded the trash bag with the enema and the plug. However she had retrieved her riding crop. She walked around the front of Troy, his labored breathing and dark red face evidence of his severe strain.

"Open," she demanded, pressing the shaft of the crop to his lips. "You've kept up your end of the bargain and now for your reward." Judianna untied the torn peice of tattered robe from around his neck, and then from around his wrists, dropping them to the floor at her feet. "Do you think I'm too hard on you Lacy, be honest..."

"N...no Mistress," Troy answered through his clenched teeth, beads of sweat begining to form on his forehead.

"It makes me very proud to hear you say that Lacy," she said, withdrawing the crop from his mouth, "so proud in fact that I'd like you to do something for me that I've never asked anyone to do before..."

"Whatev...whatever you desire Mistress..." His bowels were churning, his uneasiness growing into urgency, but he tried to remain still, fearing that any movement would cause him extreme emabarassment and humiliation.

"How would you like to massage my body?" she asked, smiling warmly.

"I, I would be happy to Mistress," he answered excitedly, the pain in his abdomen suddenly forgotten.

"Before you agree," she said, cirlcling around to the back of the couch, "there are certain stipulations that you must adhere to..."

"Yes Mistress," he said eagerly.

"You may not use your hands," she said. Standing behind him, Judianna admired his straining thighs and his trembling buttocks, both exquisite examples of his subservience.

"Mistress?" Troy asked.

"Only your lips." she said, adding "and the length of your tongue."

"Yes Mistress." Troy couldn't believe what she was saying, she was finally going to allow him to touch her!

"And of course I will not hesitate to put you in restraints should you need to be disciplined..."

"Yes Mis...UNGHHH!" He was cut off by a sharp pain in his stomach followed by a tremendous gurgling noise.

"I think you've had enough Lacy," Judianna said, "lets get you to the bathroom before you have an accident."

She picked him up off the couch and walked him quickly toward the bathroom, laughing inside as he shuffled along, groaning audibly with every step. She opened the door to the toilet and watched with amusement as he yanked down his panties and rushed over to the bowl, his burden finally able to be relieved.

"Be sure to wash up before leave," Judianna instructed pointing to the porcelin biday across from him, "I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom. Why don't you throw your clothing in the hamper as well, the outfit you described intrigued me, and while I don't have that, I do think I can find you something similar that I know you'll like..."

"Yes Mistress," Troy said, expelling his "douche" with loud and embarrasing splats and sputters. He took a deep breath as another wave of spasms shook his bowels, the force of the discharge enough to cause his whole body to convulse violently. He tucked his penis between his legs just as a hot stream of urine sprang forth, seemingly as uncontrollable as the surge of liquid from his ass. He looked up and realized thankfully that there were no mirrors with which he could view this wretched display.

Meanwhile, Judianna was in her bedroom, lighting candles and preparing Lacy's new outfit. She had bought it on a whim about a month ago and had never worn it, feeling instead that it would look better on a femme. Unwittingly she had never brought it back to her apartment in the city but now that Lacy was here, she realized that must've been the reason why. She hung it on the hook attached to the top of the mirror admiring it's incontrovertible feminality. She then removed the pink pair of shoes from their box and placed them beneath the lingerie. Satisfied with the presentation, she shut off the radio station and instead put several Korn CDs on successive play, closed the oriental screen that surrounded the sitting area with the settee lounge, and waited eagerly for Lacy to make her entrance.

Troy wiped his saturated ass after his unfortunate encounter with the biday. He had turned the water on way too high at first and the stream had hit his puckered hole and nearly impaled him on it's torrent of cold liquid. The water had soaked his entire backside, thighs and calfs and all the lingerie with it. As he struggled to remove the dripping garments he realized that she knew this would happen to him and didn't want him to track water into her bedroom. Her intelligence bordered on pre-cognition, and as much as he was taken aback by it he was also very attracted to it. Troy always had a fondness for intelligent women, but none had been in the package like Judianna. He suddenly felt a familiar ache between his thighs and was shocked to see that his erection was beginning to return in earnest. He tried to put her out of his mind and succeeded only slightly as he made several unsuccessful attempts to remove his bra. Finally he slid the shoulder straps down and pushed the bra to his waist before twisting around his torso and unclasping it. Balling up all the clothes and removing his shoes he exited the toilet chamber and threw the lingerie in the hamper and placed the shoes on the floor. He walked swiftly into his Mistress' room, his stiffening girl-cock a significant indicator of his weakness for her.

"Mistress?" he called out to her noting the change in her musical choice. The thrashing beats washed over him as inhaled the heady scent of jasmine, his body drunk with liquor and lust.

"Back here precious," she replied from behind the screen, "I'm waiting for you."

"Yes Mistress."

"Get dressed and then touch up your lipstick," she instructed, "your new outfit is hanging on the mirror. I think you'll find it to your liking..."

Troy glanced over at the mirror and saw what she had selected, his heart pounding in his chest. There hanging from the mirror was pink silk polka dot babydoll with a fly-away front, trimmed with scalloped white lace and a matching pair of silk string bikini panties. He recognized it immediately as coming from the pages of a past Frederick's of Hollywood catalog. Ever since he had ordered something for his ex-girlfriend from their on-line store he had been getting the catalog, and masturbating to it without a second thought. He'd never thought he'd be the one wearing it.

"Recognize it Lacy?" Judianna asked, smiling from her seat on the settee.

"Yes...yes Mistress," Troy replied meekly.

"I thought so," she laughed. "Do you masturbate to lingerie catalogs exclusively Lacy, or is this just a fortunate coincidence?"

"Almost exclusively Mistress," Troy admitted.

"Unless...." she prompted.

"Unless I'm in bed by myself Mistress."

"Or if you're jerking off in somebody's leopard print panties." Judianna laughed again, peering at him between the breaks in the screen.

"Yes Mistress." Troy moved toward the mirror and pulled the silk panties from the hanger. He stepped into them and as he did his cock sprang to life. By the time he pulled them up over his thighs he knew the pretty silk would never be able to contain his arousal. He bent over to slide on the shoes nonetheless, every movement causing the slippery fabric to arouse him further. Troy glanced at his reflection as he slipped the babydoll over his shoulders, never more ashamed of the protrusion emanating from inside his panties. He tied the thin straps into a bow at his chest, once again feminized. He sat at the vanity and reached for the lipstick she had left out for him suddenly realizing that he was now feminizing himself. Troy's hand trembled as he glided the moist brush across his top and then bottom lip, the sight of his newly glistening lips in the mirror terrifying him. He rose slowly, as if in a trance and made his way over to the oriental screen. Pushing it aside slowly, his breath caught in his throat when he saw his mistress.

Judianna stared at Troy silently as he gazed at her sensual position. She sat on the settee, her legs pulled nearly underneath her, her arms open and following the contoured back of the lounge. From one hand dangled the long shaft of the riding crop, the other waged it's index finger at him slowly.

"Come here sexy," she whispered seductively, "it's time you showed your Mistress how you worship her body."

  

  

  

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